Lily had every single one of her textbooks spread out on the floor around her. She was flipping through the index and jotting down spells on a roll of parchment. I wanted to help, but when Lily was in her jive, there was no stopping her.

“Well now that you mention it, I’ve got a bone to pick with you. I’ve never actually run into a portrait of you, so I’d like to know: What kind of name is Hufflepuff anyway? I mean, what exactly is a Huffle? And how do you puff it?”